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Bound by Deception (Book 3)
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2025-03-31 01:27:56
Creesey1234This is book 3 and it going to about the daughter of Serene and Zander, her name is Winter. It is going to be her life as a werewolf and a goddess blessing of being a witch, she is hybrid, and how her future mate is a forbidden man. Hope you love her journey.
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Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice Chapter 63
Winter’s POVThe first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the room. Tyron’s arm was draped heavily across my waist, pinning me like an anchor. His breathing was deep, steady—thank the goddess. For once, no jolts awake, no cursing at shadows, no sharp demand for space. He had let me stay when the nightmare had shaken him in the night. He hadn’t shoved me out. He hadn’t hardened himself back into that wall of stone he liked to hide behind.A small, unexplainable warmth lingered in my chest because of that. But the morning ahead demanded strategy, not softness.Slowly, carefully, I slid out from under his arm, his warmth trailing behind me as I pulled away. He didn’t stir, not even when the bed dipped with my weight lifting off it. Weeks ago, he would’ve caught me the second I moved, eyes blazing, jaw clenched, telling me to get out. Now… now he stayed asleep, letting me slip back into my own space.By the time I reached my room and changed into jeans an
Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice Chapter 62
TyronNights had stopped being silent.When the nightmares ripped through me now, I didn’t wake up alone, shaking in the dark with my chest tight and my wolf clawing at me. Winter slipped in quietly at first, like she thought I might throw her out again. I used to. I used to snarl, to tell her to leave, to pretend that her presence only made the burn of the mate bond worse. But lately, I let her stay.She’d sit on the edge of the bed, whispering low until my breathing steadied, her fingers brushing through my hair like she was coaxing me back from the fire. Sometimes, I’d wake to her curled against me, her hand over my chest as if she could keep the nightmares from clawing their way out.It should’ve made me furious. Weak. Dependent. But instead, I found myself waiting for the sound of her steps on the stairs at night.And every time she came, I kissed her. Sometimes clumsy, sometimes desperate, sometimes slow and drawn out but always. I wanted her to link my recovery to her touch,
Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice Chapter 61
TyronLater in the afternoon, I heard the front door of the main house open. Usually, it was followed by Aria’s giggles, or the hushed, lovey-dovey laughter that always gave away Casey and Louis.But today, there was none of that—only the sound of light, careful footsteps.I glanced at the clock on the wall. Three p.m. Exactly the time Casey returned home, always with either Aria or Louis at her side.From what I’ve gathered in the few weeks I’ve been living in this household, Casey is never allowed to be alone. Because of her past, her trauma. She suffers from mild PTSD, and sometimes selective mutism—barely speaking when there’s a crowd.Too weak to be Luna, if you ask me. If I were Louis, I’d have rejected her and chosen another she-wolf. Someone stronger. Someone fit to lead beside him. But I’m not Louis. Maybe she’s feistier than she lets on, hiding it beneath all that quiet.Either way, this is where my plan falls neatly into place.Casey has sympathy. She has empathy. She knows
Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice Chapter 60
TyronI woke to the sound of my own ragged breathing.The room was too quiet, too still. The kind of quiet that gnawed on your nerves rather than soothed them. My pulse was still racing from what I’d seen, my chest heaving like I’d been ripped through fire and dropped back into this cage of a room.For a second I didn’t know where I was. The ceiling above me blurred, the faint light spilling in through the barred window cutting sharp lines across the floor. The Crescent Moon Pack’s generosity, they’d call it. To me, it was just another leash.But none of that compared to the chaos burning in my head.I’d seen my family. My father’s sneer, the sharp bark of his voice. My mother’s eyes, soft and wet with worry, the way she looked at me like she still believed I was the boy she used to hold. My little sister’s excitement, her arms reaching like she could somehow crawl through that magic and land in my lap.And then Isis.Her words hit me like a blade, deep and merciless.Carrying my chi
Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice Chapter 59
Casey's POVThe fabric shimmered under Serene's touch as she adjusted it on the mannequin, while Winter leaned closer with her pen, scribbling ideas into the sketchbook balanced on her lap. I stood a little to the side, turning a pendant of soft silver in my hands, my mind sketching invisible lines and stones that would match the dress Serene was building.It still amazed me. This-being here, in the middle of Serene's fashion house, treated as if I belonged. My designs no longer scraps on paper shoved under a mattress. No longer a silly dream whispered into the silence of an omega's quarters. No. Here, Winter leaned toward me, asking how a sapphire chain would fall against the neckline. Serene nodded at my suggestions as if they were worth something. I was no longer filth. I was Casey. A designer. A mate.And yet, even as I smiled at Winter, a part of me was tugged backward. To Louis. Always to him. To the night everything changed.FlashbackThe storm had raged outside the windows, ra
Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice Chapter 58
Casey’s POV Louis always carried the weight of tomorrow on his shoulders.Even when he smiled, even when his hands brushed mine, steady and grounding, there was always that glint in his eyes—the reminder that he wasn’t just mine. He belonged to the pack. He was the future Alpha, heir to an entire legacy, trained to lead and protect. And yet, somehow, he still found a way to make me feel as if I were his whole world.I noticed it in the smallest things. The way he cut his training short just to walk me back from Serene’s fashion house. The way he’d slip his fingers through mine during council meetings, like he needed to remind himself that I was there, alive, beside him. Or the way he’d tilt his head, listening, even when warriors spoke around us, as though my opinion mattered just as much as theirs.Sometimes I caught myself staring at him during training sessions, when he was out in the field, sweat glistening across his chest, his body moving with the kind of precision only an Alph
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